Family magics
by rmec
Summary: Using family magics does not mean things will go the way one expects, something Harry finds out after in indulging in them. Girl Harry
1. Chapter 1

Harry stared at the parchment in his hand that he had just finished reading in disbelief. Was this thing for real? He looked up and above him on a shelf were two orbs that were mentioned in the letter. One of those orbs would extract sperm from him the other would make the changes he needed. He had already written his will and prepared for this moment. He knew that the ministry would try to control him as it was now widely known that he was more powerful than Voldemort and that scared them.

The security on his vaults meant that no one but a Potter could get in. This was also the reason that he was saving his sperm. He intended to have a family at some point and he was willing to have it alone if need be. He wasn't sure what the magic he was using would do to him but he wasn't taking any chances and not being able to conceive later. He knew spells and potions that would allow him to have a baby without a partner and that child would be solely his. His dealings with Ginny made him gun shy about dating or getting married and his status as a national hero didn't help much, so this was the next best thing.

His experiences with Fudge's administration and then being undesirable number 1 during the war told him that even though it was controlled by incompetence's and corrupt officials who would do anything to stay in power, the ministry had enough clout to make his life miserable. He was not willing to be cannon fodder for the fools. The war ended two years previously. He had not had a moment's peace since. The expectations the public had for him were ridiculous.

Everything he did was documented, even sneezing, he thought back to that ridiculous headline:

**BOY WHO LIVED SNEEZES IN FLORISH AND BLOTTS.**

Honestly did they have nothing of importance to print than the function of his bodily fluids? There were times when he was tempted to pass gas and burp loudly just to see what they would do. He no longer had control of his life. It was too public. He was going to live his life free from burden hence the plan to fake his death and start anew as someone else.

At the moment he was standing in one of his vaults at Gringotts. Having spent a whole month going through all his vaults and combining them into four manageable vaults this one had what he needed to implement his plan. Harry picked up the orbs and sat down on a couch in the room to start what would be the first step of his life.

XxxXxx

Harry wasn't sure what to expect when he activated the orb. He knew it would turn green when it was done. All he got was an uncomfortable tickling sensation before the colour changed to green and he knew it was done. The orb disappeared from his stomach and returned to the shelf. Harry picked up the second orb and lay down on the couch. He was following instructions he found on the parchment that had led him to the orbs in the first place. He placed the orb on his belly button and waited. The sensations he got were like pins and needles starting from his belly button moving across his body slowly. The feeling increased until Harry felt like he had electrical current running inside his entire body. It didn't hurt it was extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he was beginning to feel like he couldn't take anymore the intensity lessened until it was gone. He looked at the orb which had started out as a light blue colour and was now dark blue almost black, he reached out to pick it up and noticed how delicate his fingers looked. The parchment had not exactly explained what changes would occur only that his DNA would be altered enough that if someone tested his parentage he would no longer be Harry James Potter, his parent's names would not come up on any test done magically. He would need to do a ritual later for a new identity.

Harry got up from the couch and conjured a mirror to look at what had been changed. The first thing he noticed was his hair. It was still the shoulder length he kept it but it was no longer black. Instead it was a fiery red that looked like it was on fire when the light caught it, but the hair was not what had Harry freaking out. The changes were more than just DNA structure change, Harry was looking at his very feminine face and that was what freaked him out.

His face had softened from the hard angles of male features to delicate almost fragile looking features of a female with huge eyelashes and big green yes that had a horrified look in them. If Harry had not been so freaked out he would have able to appreciate the changes, however the sound of his voice when he gasped made him stumble backwards and fall back onto the couch. The parchment that had started all this was now innocently lying on the floor. Harry reached out to pick it up and look at the instructions he had read to see if there was a way to reverse it. However as soon as he touched it burst into flames and turned into another orb. Then he remembered he wasn't supposed to touch the parchment until he was ready to leave as it would become a time portkey. He felt the tell pull at his naval as he was taken from his time to three years into the past. Harry found himself on the floor of a large room that looked like a bedroom. The portkey was once again a parchment. This time there was a different message on it.

_**To my descendent**_

_**If you can see this message then you have decided to use the ancient familial magic for a new life. I do not know why it is that you need a new life but I hope you find what you are looking for. The magic works differently for everyone, it may change your looks, species or whatever it feels you need to integrate you into that life. You will find that you have been brought to the family manor on a remote island completely unplottable. Here you will find the help you need to adjust and find out what the changes you have experienced are, sort out an identity and get used to the new you. I wish you good luck.**_

_**Your ancestor**_

_**Ignatious Peverell**_


	2. Chapter 2

Harry just stared at the message. He had just been turned into a woman and he had no idea how to change back. That was not part of the plan. He could feel the panic rising in him and then before he knew what happening darkness was descending on him and he passed on the floor where he had landed.

The next time Harry opened his eyes he saw two huge eyeballs right in his face staring at him. He screamed as he attempted to move backwards away from the face could now see but he was hindered by the blankets around him. The eyes widened as the owner of the face moved away from Harry not having expected that reaction. When Harry stopped screaming he finally saw who he had screamed at. It was a house elf, except this one was more human like than what he was used to seeing. There was no cowering, stooping or huge floppy ears or anything he was accustomed to seeing on house elves. No this one stood straight, smooth skin like a human and had hair.

The little creature spoke first "I do apologise, lady Peverell I was just about to cast a diagnosis to see if you were alright. I found you on the floor passed out."

That was when Harry noticed he was no longer lying on the middle of the floor. He was in the huge bed in the middle of the room. The well-spoken elf was looking at Harry waiting for a reply, Harry noticed this and asked,

"Why did you call me lady Peverell?"

Smiling the elf answered "Only a lord or lady Peverell can enter these halls and there is also the matter of the ring you are wearing, if you were not lady Peverell that ring you are wearing would have removed your finger instead of fitting on it."

Harry shuddered as he heard this. He did not remember putting on the ring though.

The elf continued "My name is Isis my lady, I am your guide while you are here. It has been a while since familial magics were used. My family has been serving the Peverell family for centuries. I can sense you were changed your hair shows that you have been blessed by the family magic as you are now one of the fae. I will help you with whatever you need to adjust while you are here."

Harry smiled and said "Thank you Isis although it feels weird being called my lady I suppose I better get used to it. My name's Harry although I suppose I will need to change that too…"

Harry stopped for a second and said "… wait what do you mean I am now one of the fae?"

Isis answered "I mean the Peverell line is descendent from the fae. When the family magics are used the blessing of the fae is placed upon the one who used it. What it changes you into depends on what you need the most. It strips the magic off anyone with malicious intent, ensuring that the intentions of the one using them are good not destructive. Fae are powerful creatures of the light. If that power falls into the wrong hands the consequences could mean the end of everything as we know it."

Harry's eyes were wide. His recklessness astounded even himself. He had been so intent on finding a way to get out of the circus that had become his life he didn't think there may be consequences as serious as him probably ending up a fingerless squib. He comforted himself on the fact that the magic had accepted him as a good person despite what he thought of himself.

"Isis can we start with you teaching me how to be a girl? I was a boy before and this change is a bit of a shock."

Isis laughed and said "I think you are the first to have a sex change. There has been a couple of changes in species one of them changing from human to veela, the other into a fae like you but most just get a change in looks and DNA at least enough to cultivate a new life. The reason for the species change was because they needed compatibility to their soul mates. I think it's the same with you and most likely the reason for you sex change. Your soul mate must be male and straight."

Taking a breathe Isis continued,

"Ok we will start with your lessons tomorrow morning. Today I will go shopping for you, for clothes to wear for now and get tutors for you to teach you etiquette get ready for owls. You will need them before you go back into society. You will need to spend at least a couple of years in a school to cultivate connections, so this year will be spent catching up and learning about who you are now as well as everything you need to know about handling your inheritance."

Harry decided on the name Jamie, Lilian Peverell. A small tribute to her parents as she had given up her birth name. Her background was that of an only child tutored at home with a family that had secluded itself from the wizarding world.

With Isis's guidance she learned her new role. Isis never called her Harry so she got used to her new name. It was seven months down the line and Jamie had completely embraced her new self. She allowed her hair to grow longer down to her waist. Her mannerisms changed becoming less boyish to more like those of a girl. She remembered her first few weeks in her etiquette lessons as she sat down to dinner the night before she was going back to the wizarding world. Her tutor had been horrified by her manners.

"You will cease and desist eating like a mongrel raised by wolves. A lady eats small bites and actually chews her food, WITH HER MOUTH CLOSED!"

Harry scowled and answered "Stop being rude. There is no need for you to yell at me like that. I'm not deaf you know."

The tutor gave a scowl of his own as he said "I would not need to shout and yell if you did as you were told. I swear you have the worst eating manners I have ever come across."


	3. Chapter 3

Jamie laughed as she remembered her argument with him when he told her to stop eating like a man by stuffing so much food in her mouth and behaving as if someone was going to take the food away from her. Having grown with a cousin who did exactly that Jamie was finding it difficult to let go of old habits. The tutor had persevered until Jamie started acting like a properly bred lady and it had taken six gruelling months day in day out to get rid of her bad habits. Despite the fact that she was happy to see the back of the old coot who had made her life feel not worth pursuing she was grateful for it. She was a different person.

She was taking her owls exams in a couple of months' time at the ministry. She knew that the war would be over in less than a week and there would be changes happening then. She had loved being able to just be without worrying whether or not she was going to find an embarrassing picture of herself in the morning paper or reporters hiding behind every hidey hole available.

XxxXxx

Jamie walked out of the ministry building with a sigh. She had been writing exams for the past two weeks. She was glad that the work she and Isis put in getting her ready for them paid off. She had taken exams in all the subjects she had done in school as well as extras like healing, ancient runes and arithmency. The first time round she had taken divination for an easy grade. That was not something she wanted to do this time. She wanted more options for her future prospects. Most students never got to finish the school year because of the war and Jamie had been in sixth when she left she decided she would start there. Her old year mates had to repeat it too so she would not have to be with students a year younger than herself.

She decided to shop for some new clothes before going back to Peverell halls. She missed being out and about. Ever since she had come back in time she had stayed on the manor's grounds. She was afraid of doing something that would affect the war efforts negatively.

As she made her way towards the leaky cauldron to make her way out to London she saw a couple of redheads ahead of her. It was Ginny and her mother. She knew they wouldn't recognise her so she did not need to hide. Their conversation was not what she was expecting to hear. It made her blood run cold.

Ginny was being reprimanded by her mother "Ginny I have done everything I can to get you and Harry together and you do something stupid like this. How could you forget to give him the potion? I cannot keep doing it for you Ginny. You will need to get used to doing it yourself. With him in the hospital wing all you needed to do was give him the potion while he is unconscious. It will be more difficult now he is no longer so vulnerable."

Ginny looked down as if she had done something wrong before she spoke "I'm sorry mother, I just want him to want me without the potions it would make things easier."

Molly sighed "I know Ginny but you have to think about what this could do for the family. Our family has been the lowest of the low for a long time. Those potions keep him from realising the truth about his preferences. They also make him feel closer to you. It's not like a love potion. Those are too noticeable and they need to be consumed every three months. This potion just gives him the nudge he needs to take you back as his girlfriend like he did before he broke up with you."

Jamie wondered at their daring to speak about such a topic in public until she saw the shimmer around the two women. They were under a privacy ward. She realised she was unaffected by the ward due to her fae magic. She turned away from the two women and headed for home she had plans to make.

This was when she realised that the trail she had followed that she had been trying to figure out when she was Harry Potter was from herself. She laughed as she made her way to her study to begin the first of the pensive memories she was going to send her past self.

XxxXxx

The morning light was bright as a beam of sunlight shone on Jamie's face waking her up. She could hear a consistent noise by the window that sounded like pecking. Getting from her bed she opened the window letting the bird in. It had a letter from the ministry for her. She took the letter while giving the bird some treats she kept by the window for such an occasion. After feeding the owl she opened the letter and saw her owl results.

She smiled as she saw she had passed and then shouted "Isis! Isis! I passed them all."

Isis pooped in to see what the commotion was about. She found her mistress jumping and shouting in a very unlady like manner. She sighed as she realised there were just some things you could not change no matter how much you tried, she was just glad she retained some childishness that reflected her innocence especially after the trying life she had led as Harry Potter.

"My lady that is wonderful news. Have you applied to Hogwarts yet?"

Jamie stopped jumping and said "No I was waiting till I got my owls. I better do that now."

After she sent her letter to the headmistress about going to Hogwarts she sat down with Isis and told her what happened the day before with the two Weasley women.

"What should I do Isis I never going to know every single time they try something and if their ultimate goal is to get their hands on my fortune then who knows what else they are willing to do."


	4. Chapter 4

Isis nodded and said "I will scan your past self every week for potions and give him an antidote as necessary. Don't worry as I have your consent I will be able to use magic to spell the potions straight into his system. It is a fae spell unknown to wizards and I know how to be discreet about it no-one will see me. I will also guide him so that he makes his way to the vault he will need when it is time for your change."

Jamie hugged Isis while thanking her. "Thank you Isis that takes a load off my shoulders. I was planning on telling my past self about the Weasleys but now I can see that it most likely would have made things worse by giving them a chance to be much more sneakier than I could handle."

Leaving Isis to lay the breadcrumbs for her past self to follow Jamie began getting ready to go to school. She had heard back from the headmistress and been to the school to meet her. It was not too difficult for her to pretend like they had never met, professor McGonagall was very welcoming even though Jamie could see the sadness in her eyes due to the losses in the war. She told her story of having lived away from the wizarding world in seclusion with her guardians. She used the war as an excuse for that seclusion and the fact that she was the last of her family, lady Peverell.

The headmistress had taken her on a tour of the school. Parts of it had just been rebuilt and a memorial set in place for those who died protecting the school. Jamie had not been back to Hogwarts as Harry. She had found it too difficult going back to where her friends and the last of her connection to her family had died. Most of the survivors did return to Hogwarts including Ron and Hermione. She had kept herself hidden away in Grimmauld place until she started gaining an interest in her finances and started handling them.

XxxXxx

Walking into Madame Malkins for her school robes, the last thing Jamie expected to see was seeing Draco Malfoy standing on a stool being measured for his robes just like the first time she met him. She wondered at the irony of it all. Just as she was considering turning around and coming back later when he was gone Madame Malkins walked up to her and said

"Hogwarts my dear?"

She gave a small smile to the woman and said

"Yes, I need some robes for Hogwarts."

Madame Malkins smiled as she led her to a stool next to Draco who had turned his head as he noticed her.

"What house are you in my dear?"

Jamie looked back at the woman before answering

"I don't have one yet I'm new this year."

With a nod Madame Malkins let the tape measure do its job as spoke

"You will need the plain robes then. The colours will be added when you are sorted."

Thanking the woman who left to sort out the garments Draco spoke to her

." Hi."

She looked at him and her breathe caught in her throat. She was closer to him than she realised. She could see the pupils of his eyes they were silver not grey like she had previously thought. 'wait! when did she start thinking about Malfoy's eyes and how would she know what colour they were anyway?' Just as she was chastising herself she noticed that Draco's smile was slipping off his face and he was starting to retract his hand that he had offered her.

She quickly shook herself from her stupor. The last thing she needed was recreating the enmity she and Draco had growing up. This was her new start and she would not let it begin with something as trivial as holding grudges from the past. She smiled back at Draco and said

"Hi sorry didn't mean to leave you hanging there I …"

She blushed and Draco's smile grew wider as he lifted the hand she had placed in his and kissed the knuckles.

"That's alright, everybody is allowed a momentary lapse once in a while. In fact I indulge in those once in a while myself."

Jamie found herself laughing, helping her get over her embarrassment.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Still smiling Jamie said "Jamie Peverell. It's a pleasure to meet you too."

Draco raised an eyebrow and said "Peverell?"

She nodded and said "My family's lived in seclusion for a long time. They did not want to get involved in the intricacies of the war."


	5. Chapter 5

Draco woke up that morning thinking about his decision to return to Hogwarts. He was not sure it he really wanted to go back. He had been told that Harry was not going. Having nursed growing affection for the boy ever since he first met him Draco was feeling more than a little depressed. When his father got arrested during some debacle at the department of ministries Draco saw his chance to step away from his father's control.

He had never been given a choice on whether or not he wanted to follow the deranged halfblood. He had packed everything of value in the manor then gone to Gringotts and used his position as temporary head of house till his father returned to remove all the money and valuables from his family vaults. He kept them open so as not rise suspicion of what he had done but all that was left in them was a few hundred thousand galleons.

He opened new vaults in a new name that he was going to be using while overseas only coming back when the situation with Voldemort was sorted out. The only person who knew what he had done was his mother and she would do anything to protect him. When he heard about Harry's defeat of the dark lord he had returned home and moved back to the manor. His father was rotting in prison after he confessed his crimes under the truth potion. His mother had saved the saviour's life and was not sent to prison because of his testimony.

Having returned Draco knew that even if Harry was willing to pursue a relationship with him he could not. He needed an heir and Harry could not give him that. If he turned his back on the responsibility his family magic would turn against him. An heir allowed the magic to continue down the line. If the line ended so did the family magic. He felt as if someone had taken the weight of the world and placed it on his shoulders. He would do his duty and try to be happy with his lot in life.

While he was getting his dress robes in Madam Malkins the door opened and he felt his heart stop. A fiery redhead had just walked into the shop. She was the most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on. When she looked up at him he looked into her eyes and his heart began to beat faster. They were the exact shade as Harry's eyes. He felt like he was drowning in them and in that time he missed most of the conversation between her and Madam Malkins.

He held out his hand and managed to say

"Hi!"

In his head he was chastising himself 'Very eloquent there Draco, what are you 11 again? You couldn't come up with anything better than that?'

He came out of his reverie and noticed she had not answered him nor had she taken his hand. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, was that hurt? Disappointment? He began to with draw his hand when she took it before he could making him feel giddy for a moment before he got back control of himself. She apologised for seemingly ignoring him and then blushed making feel emboldened enough to do something he didn't usually do, he kissed her knuckles.

When he kissed her knuckles a feeling he only ever associated with Harry tingled over him. It was the main reason he ever chose to fight Harry with fists whenever they started on each other. He wanted an excuse to touch him and he knew there was no way the other would ever allow him close enough for that. The shoving in the corridors, anything to get him into trouble Draco did it all. When she introduced herself Draco knew the name. That name was a political powerhouse on its own due to its connections to the royal family during the time of Merlin and afterwards the founders of Hogwarts when the laws were written down to separate the muggle and wizarding worlds. Like everyone else he had assumed the line had died out like so many but it seemed that that was not true.

When she spoke about her family wanting nothing to do with the war he told her about leaving to get away from it too.

"I got back a couple of weeks ago after I spoke to the headmistress about returning to school. If you like I could show you around help you get used to the new environment. "

Jamie was looking at Draco trying to figure out what had happened to the self-centred, arrogant jerk she had come to know. He was being nice and she liked it. It scared her a little bit. She couldn't deny the feelings that had arisen when he kissed her hand, she just wanted to know where those had suddenly sprung from. She smiled back at Draco and said

"Sure I'd like that."

Madam Malkins chose that time to come out and give them their robes. After paying they both left the shop together before separating. Draco told her he would owl her later. Jamie still had to get a new wand.

Jamie walked into Oliveanders and the place was still just as creepy as she remembered it. The Old man spoke behind her making her jump as he said

"I don't recall seeing you in here before. So it must mean you are new."

Jamie wanted to roll her eyes and say 'your powers of deduction are astounding' but she did not want to piss off the man who was going to be responsible for connecting her to a wand. She didn't want to end up with dung bomb or troll boogies as a core. Smiling as she saw him she said

"Yes I am not from around here. I need a new wand although for all intents and purposes it will be my first wand."

Oliveander assumed she meant that she had been using a family wand, which was not unusual in pure blood families so in return he said to her

"I'm assuming you have been using a family wand? I think you will find that results for a wand attuned to you will be much better than a borrowed wand."

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	6. Chapter 6

The whole shop looked like a war zone. Normally Oliveander would have been able to fix the damage but the final explosion made that impossible. He glared at Jamie as he spoke

"Why did you not tell me that that you are fae?"

Jamie took a step backwards and said "I didn't think it was important and I've never had a wand explode on me before so how was I supposed to know it could happen? How did you know I was fae anyway?"

Oliveander sighed and took a look at the damage done. He might be able to salvage a few items but the rest were burned. The final wand he had her try was made with wood from the valley of the shadow of death and had a core of a hellhound's tooth and dementor's tears. He had not made the wand himself he had been given it by its previous owner who was a creature of darkness. If he had known that the girl was fae he would have never given her the wand. It would have not have been compatible with her light magic. He answered her question

"When you got frightened by the explosion your hair changed and turned into flames on your head. Only fae do that when they are distressed."

Jamie was observant when she wanted to be and this was one of those times. She knew that Oliveander would not be able to salvage much of his property and even though she had not meant to cause any harm she was still at fault. She had to fix it. Just as Oliveander started to speak she did it first.

"Mr Oliveander, I realise that you have lost quite a bit because of me. I'm truly sorry about that. I can't help you with the actual building but I can however compensate you with core materials. I have a lot of rare materials around my home that I have no use for and I don't see myself ever having use for them. In the past some of my ancestors took up wand crafting and everything they used is still there. I would like to offer you these things to replace what I destroyed."

She waited to see what he would say and she didn't have to wait long,

"let's see if the materials are salvageable first."

Jamie smiled knowing that it was all in good condition. There were two wand crafting rooms in Peverell halls. Isis had told her that a couple of her ancestors, a set of twins, who always tried to outdo each other had set them up an filled them with rare materials trying to outdo each other however neither could really craft very well and in the end gave up and just left them. They had gained quite a reputation amongst the populace for slaying creatures that attacked innocents as well as becoming the go to people for things that were not so easy to find. Isis had laughed when she had to point it out to them that they built their reputations for being warriors over trying to outdo the other over a craft neither could perform.

"Isis!"

Isis appeared next her mistress gaining a sharp intake from Oliveander who was looking her as if she had done something extraordinary.

"How is that possible? You look like one of the ancestors of houselves but you do not seem to have the curse. The curse they were enslaved by is still in effect over the entire race old and new. It would have affected you too."

Isis smiled and said

"No it wouldn't have. Those who were affected were the ones who were guilty of genocide and refused to accept that what they had done was wrong. My family was not affected because we had done nothing wrong. Out of fear of the unknown the old elves took binding oaths that linked them to each other. They went after the fae and destroyed the entire race with the exception of those hidden by a combination of their own magics and my family as well. The betrayal triggered a curse amongst the old elves. It was only meant to last until those who were a part of the genocide were dead and buried but with no fae to release it, it continued through their descendants changing and twisting from what they were before to the pitiful creatures they are today."

She turned to her mistresss with a questioning look and Jamie explained why she had brought her there. Isis was excited when Jamie told her that she needed the wand crafting materials.

"Oh finally those things will get some use. They have just been sitting there for centuries. I couldn't get rid of them without permission."

Without waiting for an answer she snapped her fingers a couple of times and cleared the debris before promptly disappearing leaving an open mouthed Oliveander with a protest on his mouth. However she wasn't long before returned with two other elves that helped her expand the shop inside before placing everything they brought with them into place.

The back of the shop was now at least five times bigger than it was before. There were boxes on shelves with eggs in them and a little memo on the side explaining what it was. He had a section on the side with trees he could tell were used for wand wood he then had boxed up creature parts that were often wand cores. Oliveander was speechless. He would be a very happy wand crafter for a long time to come. Seeing the angel feathers and thunderbird claws he knew he could craft a wand for his new customer. Putting up a closed sign he set to work in crafting his wand with the materials from his benefactor. Previously destroyed shop forgotten.

XxxXxx

Jamie left Oliveanders five hours after she had walked in. There was a small crowd standing outside looking very annoyed that the shop was not open. They tried to get in when she got out but Oliveander told them to come back after a week. He still needed to restock his shelves as well as order more stock to replace what had been damaged. The things Jamie gave him were worth a lot more than had been previously destroyed. When he tried to mention this to her she told him to take it as compensation for having to close up shop because of her. He had not argued however Jamie had gained a new ally in him.

Jamie was testing her new wand when an owl came through her window. Seeing the regal owl she knew immediately that it was Draco's owl. She took the letter and sent the owl to the owlery for a rest while it waited for a reply. Opening the letter she read

Dear Jamie

I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing with an offer of an invitation to dinner at my home tomorrow night. Please let me know if you can come and where to pick you up.

Sincerely yours

Draco

Jamie had not thought he would write to her so soon. She decided to go to the dinner Draco could prove to be another good ally to have, not to mention he was easy on the eyes. She would have to be an idiot and blind not to notice this, even when she was a guy. It also helped that she was attracted to him just like was to her.


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